[Statistics] [Candidate] [Hatchling] [Weyrling] [Adult]

Neo took one look at the boy her beloved rider was eyeing off and snorted in disgust. You can't be serious, she said, eyeing the ugly thing off openly.

Erriba raised one eyebrow. "And why not, my lovely?"

Well... just look at it! she exclaimed, gesturing with a wingtip.

Erriba looked. He was a few turns her elder, had dark brown hair and matching brown eyes set deep in a blemishless face. He was mostly over the gangling teenager stage, and looked positively delicious. 

She turned back to the young dragon and smiled. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Neoladonalith blinked in disbelief, then sighed. Looking resigned to her fate, she stuck her nose in the air and said, If you must.

The girl laughed and kissed the rainbow's upturned nose. "I'm just looking, Neo. I'm not proposing or anything! Besides," she added slyly, "I've noticed that your choice of mate isn't much better than mine."

Neo looked aghast.